Making Wages in Mongolia
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A Russian Ordeal in Mongolia
By Helena Aranatovya
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Author's Note:
This is the first time I am sending a story to Kristen Archives. I have read so many stories written by many people and I must say that I have come to enjoy them. I then thought maybe perhaps it is my turn to write and contribute an erotic story of my own to this great website
THE STORY:
Natasha was a beautiful Moscovite Redhead. At the age of 35, she had a beautiful 18 year old daughter was like a younger carbon copy of her but many people could even mistake them to be sisters. They even had the same sky lue eyes and long red hair hair, betraying Nordic ancestry. Her daughter's name was Tanya. Last year they had moved to Mongolia, since Natasha was offered a lot of money to be a translator between Western archaeologists and local Mongolian government officials.
And then since 2008, things had gotten very expensive worldwide and so Natasha decided to stay in Mongolia and not go back to Russia, as her home city had become the most expensive city in the world and that gang-related violence, high growth of far right extremism and crack down on democracy had given her even more reasons to not go back at all. In Mongolia, she had a career as a translator, that Ulan Bataar was already becoming an easy city to now live, as things got cheaper and that nation started trading with the world, thanks to globalization. She even rented an apartment there too.
BUT BY 2010, things had gotten really hectic for Natasha. Western archaeologists and businessmen had stopped coming. She was getting short on her income. she still had a job as a teacher in a local school, teaching Mongolian high schoolers English, so that they can enter the world of business, trading with other nations through the International Language of English. But her pay was not enough.
It was one Thursday evening. There was a knock on Natasha's door. Tanya was in her room, reading the latest Russian equivalent of Vogue magazine. As Natasha was trying to cook some Gulash soup for her and her daughter, she went towards the front door and opened it. Her landlord stood. He was a skinny local Mongolian man who only stood an inch taller than her. He was also 45 and had recently divored with his Mongolian wife.
Herlandlord said to her in Russian,
"You are two months in arrears"
Natasha gulped. She was two months overdue. The landlord was a bit furious, saying
"You are taking advantage of my hospitality but I need
to make a living too. Either you pay or you get out"
Natasha walked out the front door and just closed it a little bit behind her so that she could talk with her landlord in Russian,
"Please. I have not been making enough money. Things had gotten
really hard for me"
Her landlord cruelly said back
"What do you think this is. A charity? Perhaps I
` should call police to come here and kick you out"
Natasha was nearly about to cry as life at the moment was hard on her, and then she said
"Wait. How about if I do something for you. Like maybe clean your
apartment or do some extra work for you"
The landlord had a wicked smile on his face
"Actually I had something in mind"
Natasha felt relieved until he spelled it out
"If you don't want me to kick you out for the last two months you
had not paid me for, you must have sex with me. Like be my sex slave"
Natasha's eyes shot up, saying
"What?"
"You heard me. And trust me, you would not want me to kick you out now.
It is very cold outside"
Natasha sighed in defeat. She nodded
"Ok if I agree, could we make it at your place. Maybe at 12PM.
As you know I have a daughter and she would be asleep by then"
"Ok. I am ok with that"
Natasha said to him
"Thank you"
"You know where my apartment is at"
She nodded.
"Then I will be expecting you there"
12 PM AT THE LANDLORD'S APARTMENT
There was a knock on the door. The landlord went to open it. Natasha stood outside the hallway. He moved out of her way, saying
"Please do come in"
Natasha wore a fur coat. The landlord told her
"Put your coat by my couch"
The front door was also by the living room and Natasha walked towards the couch and had dumped her coat there. When she took off her coat, all she wore was a red jumper and grey jeans. The landlord said to her
"Why don't you take off your jumper and jeans too"
Natasha took off first her high heels. She then pulled off her red jumper and also her jeans. She dumped them by the couch too. Now all she had left was her black underwear and her pink shirt. The landlord said to her
"Dump your shirt too and then follow me to my bedroom"
After Natasha took off her shirt and dumped it with her other belongings, she followed the landlord to his bedroom. All she had on apart from her black underwear was her black bra. The landlord was lying on the bed and the only lights on were the lamp-light. And it was red. As Natasha climbed the bed, she had a sigh look on her face. Her landlord could see that and he said
"You know this would not have happened even if you pay your
rent money"
"But isn't there any other way of solving this"
"NOOOO. Now lie down."
Natasha lied her back. The landlord was a bit furious, saying
"Could you also remove your bra and panty too. I can't fuck you
with your private parts covered"
Natasha then gave him a soar look and she took of her bra and her panty. She had 44D sized breasts and she had red pubic hair and was pale. Her landlord in contrast was dark skinned, with black hair and black eyes and a round face too. Her landlord started fondling both her breasts, squeezing them. Natasha gave a wincing sound and her landlord enjoyed the sound she had made. He said to her, while looking at his hands holding on to her boobs
"I love your breasts. Russian prostitutes are also the best in the world too"
At the two words "Russian prostitute", Natasha was upset. She hated it when many of her fellow countrywomen during the Yeltsin years prostituted themselves to both Russian and foreign men for lots of $$$ and after 1999, for lots of ?. But not Natasha, despite the fact that men worldwide referred to Russian whores as "Natashas". Her landlord lowered his face and startetd kissing, licking and lapping his tongue by the nape of her neck. Natasha just lied there and allowed him to get away doing that. He then forced his lips on her mouth and started roughly kissing her. He then stopped, saying
"Natashas are the best women in the world to fuck"
Natasha wanted to shoot him right there, but if only she could. Her landlord had ogtten up from the ebd and took some things out from his drawer in the room. Natasha could see things that looked like bondage materials. She then asked him with fear in her eyes
"What are you going to do with me?"
Her landlord jumoped next to her and started pushing her arms and legs apart, in a spread-eagle manner. As he tied one wrist after another to the far end posts of the head of his bed, he said
"Just going to have some fun with you"
He then tied her ankles to the bed posts on eithe left and right edges of the lower end of the bed. She was now completely tied up. Her landlord gave a smile
"There. Now you look like a nice piece of Russian meat"
The landlord cruelly squeezed her right breast. As Natasha was making a wincing sound, he was just laughing. Never in a million years with someone who looked as weird as he would be able to even date a stunning beautiful woman like her. He then use a cloth to blindfold her, saying
"Now you are complete"
The landlord took off his clothes until he was completely naked. As he got on top of her body, he then thrust his cock into her cunt. she screamed in pain. His dick kept on fucking her pussy, flooding her cunt with Mongolian sperm. As he fucked her, he was taking turns to suck on each nipple. And when he sucked, he sucked real hard. As he sucked too hard, she would make even louder moaning sounds. Natasha felt cold sperm flooding her body. Now she knew what Russian women at the time of the Mongol invasion felt like when the Mongols sacked Kiev and raped all the women there.
The landlord was then holding on to her boobs and the way he was moving his cock inside her cunt was like him riding a horse. He even made some jokes in Russia, like G'yap Horsey, then taking turns to slap each breast. Every time he slapped any of her breasts, she would scream in pain and her boobs would make a juggley sound.
The landlord finally got up and then sat between her boobs, placing his cock between each breast. As his dick was still oozing with sperm, he just grabbed both her breasts and used them to clean the sperm oozing out from his dick. Natasha felt her right nipple even touching the edge of her cock and felt something sticky on her nipple. She then felt something sticky covering her other nipple too.
Her landlord pulled her by the hair, moving her head towards his penis. He said
"I want you to suck me"
As Natasha opened her mouth, he shoved his cock up her mouth and started fucking it. While she was sucking more on his cock, he was pulling her head towards his dick and between her breasts. She sucked ans sucked until he pushed her head back and more sperm waas cumming out. He then pushed both ber boobs between his cock and his sperm was now covering her beautiful Russian face, her Russian lips and even now her Russian breasts, especially the nipples. His sperm was still visible on her red pubic hair.
The landlord took a 10 minute break and then, he proceeded to have bondage sex with the redhead again. He enjoyed putting her through this sexual ordeal. He repeated the same tactics until he decided that he wanted to fuck ehr ass. He untied her and took off her blindfold, saying to her
"I want to fuck your ass. On your knees and and your hands on
the bed...now"
Natasha had repositioned herself for doggy style, as she faced the back wall of his bed. He slapped her pale ass really hard, saying to her
"I am going to enjoy fucking your Slavic ass"
He pushed her upper body down to the top of his bed, as if she was positioning to offer her ass to him for his plaeasure. Her face was on the bed. He thrust his cock into her ass, fucking her anus and pushing more cold Mongolian sperm into her body. As he fucked her, he said
"This is history repeating itself. WE Mongols have always enjoyed
fucking you Russians from behind"
When the landlord retracted his cock from her ass, he coudl see sperm coming and flowing down her ass, onto his bed. He got up from the bed and went to his living room, heading for the kitchen. Natasha just lied there, trying not think what she was putting herself through. She whored herself to survive and protect her daughter. It felt like an hour until she heard him call her name. She finally got up, picked up her panty and bra and walked outside the bedroom, towards the living room. Her landlord was fully dressed, sipping tea and sat next to her clothes.
As Natasha was putting back her clothes on, her landlord said
"I had a good time with you tonight. But honestly I have had
Russian tenants before who also never paid their bills. They
all did what you did. But not red hair like yours. Mostly Blondes
and few dark haired ones."
Natasha was fully clothed and as she headed for the front door he said to her
"My advice is for you to whore yourself at the night clubs.
Mongolian men would pay a lot of money to have sex with a
Russian woman. Maybe you can even bring your daughter there too
and she would whore herself so that way, you both make enough
money to survive. And pay your bills of course too"
Natasha slammed the front door behind her too, taking the apartment stairs back to her apartment's floor. As she walked, she realised that times were tough now and she had to do what was necessary to have even more money coming in. Russian women whored themselves during hard times such as these. One thing was for sure. She did not want to have sex with her landlord anymore and she was really going to have to tell her daughter what she had done and perhaps what she was going to do. But if they whored together, they would both make enough money to live by. Money was everything and morality came second.
ONE SATURDAY NIGHT
It was a Night Club full of local boys and girls who probably went to high school or college. Many dressed in black leather and many of the young girls wore dyed pink or purple hair and dressed up like goths. Many were sat by wooden tables too and heating was on.
On one group of table was an all-boy group. Four Mongolian college student and one Filipino-American exchange student. All the boys had dyed pink hair and were smoking and drinking vigorously. The Filipino-American boy's name was Ryan. While the boys were drinking and joking about, one of the boys then said to the rest
"Look what just dropped by"
As all five boys looked to where he was looking and pointing at, they could all see two redheads entering the Night Club door. Both were dressed in fur coats and had high heels. One of the other boys then said
"Not many Russians or Europeans come here often"
Another boy then said to Ryan
"Hey. Go to them and speak in English. If they are Russians and hear you
speak English, they will be very interested. They will think you will
give them a green card or something."
Ryan then said to him
"But you speak English too"
That guy responded
"I speak with a Mongol accent. You sound American"
They all begged and pestered Ryan to go up to them and finally Ryan gave in. he got up their table and had walked up to the two redheads. As Ryan reached them, both Natasha and Tanya were surprised, thinking that he was already assuming them to be Russian whores or something. Ryan said to them in English
"Hi. Would you two lovely ladies want to join me and my friends for drinks"
Ryan was pointing at the guys back on the table. And then Natasha just realised that he was speaking English with an American type accent. She smiled back at him but then realised that she actually neede to make money and so responded back in English, flirtingly
"Would you like to have a good time???"
Natasha and Tanya were giving him kinky smiles, directly offering themselves for sex for money. Ryan then said
"So you are prostitutes?"
Tanya nodded
"Yes we are. But Russian ones are the best"
Ryan was happy deep down. He never thought that he would ever be gettig Russian prostitutes in a country like Mongolia and was not as if he had never had sex with women or whores before back in the USA. Ryan then said to them
"Why don't you two come and sit with us. I know I wanna have sex with you
but maybe my friends also want to have sex with you two too"
Natasha and Tanya followed Ryan back at his group's table and the two women explained themselves. Three of the boys wanted to have sex with Tanya while Ryan was interesetd in having sex with Natasha.
As the night progressed, Tanya went with three of the boys, the other boy going his own way and Ryan following Natasha back to her apartment. Once inside her apartment Natasha took off her clothes and revealed her sexy lacy lingeria with fishnet stockings and motioned for Ryan to come to bed with her. Ryan took off his clothes and jumped into the bed next to Natasha. As for how Ryan wanted to have sex with her, started with him lying his back on the bed while she gave him a blowjob. He always loved fucking redheads since they were sexy and wild. Afte the blowjo,b he asked her to go on all fours on top of the bed while he fucked her ass. The night was long. Ryan was pumping his cock up her ass and groping on her breasts. While Ryan was fucking her, she was closing her eyes.
When they finsihed havign sex, they lied in bed together. His cock was in her ass. She then said to him
"Tonight, as I said earlier, I am charging you $200. But if I give you
my contact detail, you could have sex with me for as low $50 a day."
Ryan did enjoy fucking her ass and getting the blowjob from her mouth. He then said
"Deal"
Natasha was officially living out the stereotype of her name. She never wanted to whore and yet ended up whoring.
Elsewhere, her daughter Tanya was inside some student accomodation house performing foursome with three Mongolian boys. One boy lied on the floor, with her ass imapled on his dick while another dick was thrust at her pussy and her head was bent backwards so as to give blowjob to the third person. And she was going to earn a rough equivalent of $600 (3 times more money than what her mom was going to earn that night). And this whole time while living in Ulan Bataar, she was always worried and upset that she would never get a chance to have sex with any one.
THE END
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The next Friday, Serge and I take bus into the city again. He was very anxious to be there and to get pretty again. I am just anxious.Friday night is much like the previous Friday night. We move furniture, and build set, and then smoke cigarettes and drink vodka. Saturday is again the same: We are showered, and painted into pretty ladies. We take turns posing for camera in bras and panties and slips and stockings and high heels. We are both getting better at walking in heels. (If you...
I listened as they talked. I wondered if they knew I could hear. The American was asking my dad questions about me. He asked if I spoke English, how old I was, my height and weight and measurements. My stepdad was answering him. I wondered what was going on. My stomach was churning and I felt a frisson of fear. My stepdad wasn’t known for his kindness to me. “Andula please come in here now,” my stepdad shouted. I came into the room my heart thudding in my chest rapidly. There was a fairly tall...
Any young man, unsure of his next opportunity and with his dick rigid would have given Sarah what she wanted, but he was not just any young man. He had an eternity stretching before him with an endless supply of high quality pussy. Sleep was now his priority. While his cock was easily aroused and his supplies of jizz plentiful, his mind had had enough for now. The last fuck of Sarah had been technically good; long, hard and ending with a womb filling blast of semen, he had not enjoyed it...
Book Two: Magic's Clash Chapter Four: The Mage's Ordeal By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Fireeyes – Southern Edge of the Deorc Forest, The Kingdom of Valya I smiled as I watched my fire, witnessing what the wyvern's saw dancing amid the red-orange tongues. My three wyvern slaves had tracked down Angela and her party. The first wyvern dived at the naked Angela. She was a ravishing creature: red hair, large breasts, flawless skin, tall and sexy. She stood over the bound form of the...
This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, THEN YOU SHOULDN'T BE READING THIS!!!!! WESLEY CRUSHER’S PAINFUL ORDEAL WITH THE KLINGONS DEEP SPACE 7 – 09:00 HRS: Wesley Crusher woke up in the morning with his hard five-inch dick along with his hairless balls sticking out of the leg opening of his tight white briefs. He’d gotten accustomed to wearing nothing but his underwear in bed and walking around their...
Druid's Ordeal by E.Y. Toad Chapter 1 To Ronak my Betrothed, or whoever may find this letter: My name is Dahlia. I am a 19 year old human female. I am an initiate druid studying under Arch Druid Westrell in the Grove of Tranquility. I am now being held captive; a slave to the perverse desires of an evil man. I beg of you, please see that this letter reaches Ronak. He is a half-elf fletcher's apprentice in the Elven city of Fellgar. I swear that you will be suitably rewarded for...
She can still hear the judge’s words, "90 days in the woman's unit at the county jail". She can still hear her lawyer telling her what a great plea bargain deal he got her. Great deal for whom, she thought, him? He gets paid and gets to go home to his wife. I'm the one going to jail. After what seemed like an eternity, the van finally arrived at the main prison entrance. The driver said something into the radio and Olivia could hear the main gate squeal loudly as it slowly rolled...
Introduction: The misfortunes and misadventures of Ensign Wesley Crusher WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, THEN YOU SHOULDNT BE READING THIS!!!!! WESLEY CRUSHERS PAINFUL ORDEAL WITH THE KLINGONS DEEP SPACE 7 09:00 HRS: Wesley Crusher woke up in the morning with his hard five-inch dick along with his hairless balls sticking out of the leg opening of his tight white briefs. Hed gotten...
Susan's Ordeal.I was awaiting my Master to return from hisDay at the office..I had readied myself as her requested..I stood against the wall of the living roomDutifully attired in red wig, black dressLong gloves and seamed nylons…I had applied my makeup and used my deepestRed lipstick to coat my lips….My legs ached from wearing the six inch heelsHe ordered me to wear…I do hope heWould allow me to take them offOr at least sit…as I found these heels veryPainful…and almost impossible for meTo walk...
SLUT ANN’s Toilet OrdealMy name is Ann, well actually, it's been Slut Ann most of my life. My body has ruled me always. My nipples would itch, then when I played with them or scratched them, a charge would go through my body and make me crazy, insanely horny. It’s like the beginning of a huge orgasm that stays with me until I cum. The type of horny where there are no limits.We were very poor, so clothes weren't replaced regularly. As a result, I wore old then panties where the liner was wearing...
For reference and continuity check out the first part. They were a lot of fun to write and I hope you like it.Previously on Joanie's ordeal I stumbled back to my room and tip toed inside. I checked on Heather and she was sound asleep, her innocent face was so calm and peaceful. I went inside the bathroom, took off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked nothing like I did when I left this room. Black mascara lines ran down my cheeks which where stained with cum and my hair was...
Jenny's Ordeal I was feeling rather horny today so I decided to drop in on a littlesubmissive slut I had dated for a few months. Her name was Jenny. She was38, about 5' 8", and 140 pounds. She was pretty with long brown hair. Alittle bulge around her waist, but a luscious, tight, and round ass! Ivisited her off and on, per her desire to keep seeing me, even though Ifelt a long term relationship wasn't viable between us. Don't get mewrong, the sex was great, but there was a spark missing...
Billie’s Ordeal by Andy G.Billie did not know what else to do. There was no one else she could call. It was only been two weeks since she buried her husband of 15 years and now she was alone. She was 38 and had no one left. Her father had died years ago and her mother died the previous year. Since she was an only c***d Billie inherited her mother’s estate. She and her husband moved into her very nice home and were happy until he died. Now she was alone and did not know what to do.She...
The Ordeal Janet Stickney [email protected] Mike, Kevin, and I grew up together, and we were almost like brothers. Mike was the one with the wild imagination and our practical joker. Kevin was a little less crazy, and always did what Mike wanted to. I was the follower. I usually went along with them, rarely voicing any concerns. That's how I ended up this way. All of us were 15 when it all fell on our heads. Mike is tall and husky, blond hair and blue eyes; Kevin is the...
Ann’s ordeal-Part one.Police constable Ann V. was sweating under her uniform.The whole day the sun had been shining down on the city mercilessly, like it had been doing the whole week.She felt the sweat slowly trickling between her heaving breasts, and down her massive buttocks.Her bob of red hair was stuck sweatily under her regulation policewoman’s hat, and she had her big, green eyes half closed to keep the sunlight from blinding her.She silently cursed herself for not keeping the promise...
Having cleaned myself up as best I could I turned the key in the ignition and started to move off. I immediately thought that I should try and make myself more respectable for when I got home as I didn’t want to have to tell my husband of my ordeal. I pulled up next to the door that led back upstairs to my office, leaving my coat I got out of my car and hurried up the stairs.On reaching my floor I headed straight for the ladies room only to be greeted by my boss Mr Stevens. He must have seen...
So many things were going through Olivia's young mind as she rode in the back of the van. Though she was uncomfortable from the cuffs and leg irons digging into her lovely olive skin, this was barely a distraction as she replayed the recent events of her life over and over in her head. It was dark in the back of the transport van, and the 20-minute ride gave her plenty of time to think. How could she have not known her boyfriend Kenny was dealing d**gs? He seemed like a nice guy and always...
Again I can't take the credit for this one.The OrdealIt was the Friday night after Thanksgiving one year ago tonight. Like many people who do self-bondage, I had been planning this for some time. I had discussed certain aspects of my bondage with a friend who lives across town. We discussed how she'd like to find me, in what position and what she would like for me to be wearing. I sent her a checklist with choices for 1) position 2) what kind of gag 3) clips, if any 4) other torture items to be...
People often ask me if my writing is fiction or non fiction, so I will confirm here and now all my writing is in my fantasies, all involves adults over the age of 18, in fact well over the age of 18 and any reference to anything is purely in my thoughts. Especially the following story.Frankie had been out with the girls again and this time wasn’t approached by any strange amazon women or many men to be fair.They had started the night at Gemma’s on champagne then gone into town and she knew she...
Olga's Ordeal (chapter 2) The office was more like an over-sized hotel room. The leather furniture looked both comfortable and inviting. Olga noticed an odd contraption in the corner of the office. It looked like an x-shaped padded bench with several straps hanging down forlornly to the floor. She could imagine the evil purpose of such a device and remembered poor Lara's tattered ass after her appointment in this very same room. "Stand on the board!" At first, Olga was confused with the...
Olga's Ordeal (chapter 1)Olga could hear muffled screams. Far away, but penetrating her eardrums."Ohh...no. Not there. Please.....Please. What do you want?"She shivered not so much from the cold, but from dread. A certain dread that it would soon be her turn. The last 24 hours had been a nightmare. First, the handcuffs, then the humiliating removal of all her clothing, and the final shame of the brutal cavity search by the smiling female guard. The screams of the unknown prisoner had become...
Kyle's ordeal By Lucille Trish had never thought that shopping for lingerie could be so interesting, but it was. November was almost finished and she took a break from Christmas shopping. She was shopping for herself now. Walking though the aisles of different style bras at Victoria's Secret had sparked a wicked idea in her head. She never wore very sexy styles of lingerie but looking at the bright pink padded cups and purple, blue, imported silk and elaborately embroidered styles...
This continues the story of a mother and daughter's discipline. Please read the earlier chapter, "Mother and Daughter Punishment Letter Ordeal" first, already published:By the following morning 42 year old Jenny and 17 year old Charlotte had recovered from the spanking Grandma gave them both the night before although their bottoms were still sore and neither felt like sitting down. They went together to the Academy to hand in their punishment letters. Charlotte was at her desk when Olivia and...
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